Home Away From Home; Vmin

10

Third Person

The red head was red head no more. It was now black. Jimin, Baekhyun, Chen, Lay and sehun, everyone had work so Taehyung had no one to bug. So he went into town and wandered around when he stumbled across a hair salon. He already had the red hair for quite a bit of time now, plus it didn't really fit well with what he had packed. So black it was. No one knew yet for he was still wandering around town, buying aimless little things that were useless but he found cute.

He hauled his purchases back to his brother's truck (which he most likely hijacked while the other wasn't looking) and threw everything into the passenger's seat. No, he wasn't done wandering yet. He still had one thing he wanted to check out, which brings us here. The library. A three story, old, almost church looking building with many windows and was actually quite large. Upon entering there was tons of tables and the middle of the book filled building was hollow, it just looked straight up to the different floors. There was stairs on each side of the place. Each wall was lined with every book of every kind.

It was a nice sight. However, he didn't feel like checking anything out because he was bad at bringing things back. Maybe he'd come back later and find a nice quiet corner to read in. There had to be a few decent books in here he could read afterall it was a huge library, it'd be ridiculous if he didn't find one book he liked. He'd never tell this to anybody, but he liked history books. Thinking about this reminded him of something. This something being school.

The college he applied to still hadn't answered him so it was really just a waiting game to see if he'll be accepted. He hasn't told anyone about wanting to go to college, he figured he'd wait till they agreed to let him attend to surprise his mom with his accomplishment. He had astonishing grades so he was hoping to god he'd be accepted into the major he chose. It didn't matter what he picked, he knew that whatever he chose his mother would support him no matter what.

A small tap on his shoulder awoke Taehyung from his thoughts and he spun around to be met with a lady asking him if he was okay, that he looked like he was going to fall asleep or burn a hole through the floor from how hard he was looking at it. An apology was said and he went back to the car to go back to the farm.

The windows were down, the music was up and wind was blowing through his freshly dyed hair. The wheat in the fields he was passing were swaying left and right, soon to be picked by the farmer who owned the plot. Taehyung was yelling along with the artist and speeding down the road towards Shin's with his goodies right next to him, the bags whipping around from the wind.

It was quite obvious he was going to get a ticket if a police officer passed by but somehow, maybe god's doing, he made it back without that happening. It was around lunch time so he most likely made it back just in time for food. There was workers making their way to the house, laughing and pushing each other around, some glancing at the truck as it pulled up, one running towards it like a maniac yelling something that he couldn't hear because of the music, engine and his ignorance.

The person slammed their body onto the car door and grabbed onto Taehyung's shirt and pulled him towards them, shaking him wildly in the process, "Don't steal my god damn truck!" Baekhyun screeched with each jerk. He was mildly upset, he had thought someone had stolen his truck, and while that was half true he was still sad that he thought his truck was gone forever, never to be seen again. Only to see his brother pull into the driveway with it. There was anger, relief, happiness, sadness and a bit of sassiness flowing throughout his veins.

Baekhyun stopped once he was sure his point had been made clear and let the younger get out of the car after shutting the engine off. They stood there and stared at one another waiting for the other to make any sudden movement. Neither did until a body went flying in between them yelling "J-HOPEEEEEEE" followed by another yell of "YOU STUPID IDIOT, GET THE FUCK BACK OVER HERE!"

Hoseok and Jimin were walking by when the older saw an opportunity to self promote himself and took it. This however left three people stunned and just a bit annoyed. Nonetheless there were still huge smiles spread out across their faces.

Food re-entered their minds and they took off for the kitchen which was a mere twenty feet away, door wide open inviting them inside to the sounds of laughing and the addictive aroma of food that could make anyone's mouth water with anticipation for the outstanding taste.

Shin had been waiting inside for her boys to return, watching as all her workers gobbled up their filling. She knew it would only be a matter of time before they came crashing through that door with their friends right by their side. It brought joy to her knowing that her grandchildren had such great people to be around. Not only that but it made the possibilities expand by fifty percent. Those possibilities being for anything. The chance of getting someone to love, making great memories, finding awesome job offers and more. That however is not the point.

As she was thinking more about other things just as she foretold they came in with their friends right there and sat down to eat. They laughed and pushed each around, one of them fell off the chair and laid their laughing, silent muttering under his breath "J-hoppppeeeeee, oooooohhhhhhh J-hoppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeee is me."

Two of them. Her grandson and Jimin. They seemed very close. Literally. Their chairs weren't more then a foot apart and it seemed as though they were playing footsies underneath the table. Her grandson had a straight face, looking around and eating his food.

Jimin however. He had a huge smile, a light blush on his cheeks and the most sparkly eyes. Like he was having the time of his life.

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Yes. I died. Again. Ive been very busy. With school and baseball mainly. And I maybe got back into video games after two years so blame that too. And a guy. He feels like he needs to be texted every minute, says video games are taking over my life and I told him "Bitch. We still talk the same amount we used to."

So I may die again, but WORRY NOT, THIS BOOK IS NOT DEAD. Just I am lol.